Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Luxembourg and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eddi Front to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Guru Guru,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terry Callier,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Associates,
Japan,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
Y Pants,
Gang of Four,
Throbbing Gristle,
Section 25,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
The Remains,
David Bowie,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Nico,
R.M.O.,
New Order,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
PIL,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
Jandek,
Lower 48,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Severed Heads,
Qualms,
Nas,
Flipper,
Josef K,
Chris & Cosey,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.